"And by the way, here's your stupid box!" He threw it on the floor next to me, and then walked out the door.
"I'm so sorry," I kept saying.
Chocol walked over to me. "Miss Wonka, are you really leaving?"
"Yes, Chocol. And you don't have to call me that anymore, actually, I'm sure Mr. Wonka prefers you don't."
"You're still Miss Wonka to me."
"Well, I don't think that's appropriate anymore."
"Where will you go? You have nowhere to go do you?"
"Right back to where I came from in the first place. I'll be alright."
"Are you still friends?"
"I don't think we ever were."
I went back to my room. The clock read 5:00 PM, only 4 hours until I had to be out. I got my old clothes and put them on. I put the other ones neatly on my bed, and the jewelry back in the box. I washed my face to remove any trace of the makeup I had on, and washed my hair so it was wavy again. By the time I had gotten completely dressed down, it was 7:30. I still had to announce my resignation.
I went into the main area where almost all the oompas worked. "I have an announcement to make!" when I spoke, they listened. They stared at me in my normal clothes, looking just as I had before. "I am resigning. I will never forget you, and I will miss both you, and this place itself." An oompa walked over to me.
"Why are you resigning? What happened?"
I crouched down to him. "I'm being fired. Mr. Wonka told me to leave. I wouldn't bother him if I were you."
"Strike!" someone yelled. The voice was accompanied by many others. Pretty soon, every oompa loompa in the factory was chanting.
I quickly returned to my room. I picked my hat up off of the bed and held it close to me, crying so hard I couldn't breathe. I was hated by him, and probably the oompas. He would probably tell them lots of bad things about me. I heard someone enter.
"Miss Wonka?"
"What is it, Chocol?"
"I wanted to give you this. I hope you like it."
I opened the small box and inside was a heart-shaped chocolate.
"Thank you, I appreciate it."
"Wait, that's not all. All of us have a gift for you." The door opened, and 2 oompa loompas were carrying a large plaque. It read, 'To Miss Wonka, for all of the things you have done for us. Signed, the oompa loompas and .' There was an empty metal plate where Mr. Wonka's signature was supposed to be.
"Thank you. Oh my, it's nine. I have to go now." I was crying again.
I walked out and got to the front door and turned around. He was standing across the room, watching me. I had to let him know how upset I was. "I hate you! Do you hear me? I hate you! I thought you were my friend, but you played me. You set me up so I could fall." I unwrapped my arm, and the bandage was full of blood. "Here, something to remember me by. The blood I shed for you, and for what? For you to kick me out. You know how much pain I went through? 17 stitches Mr. Wonka! I really hate you for this!" I opened the door and walked out.